Cathy reached Natalie’s ho. She entered the password and stepped inside.
She looked around. ’Whoa, not bad. It doesn’t look like no one’s staying here. It’s cozy and comforting.’ She glanced at the shoe stand. ’They even have ho slippers, but... n’s slippers? Ah, it must be her husband’s.’ She removed her shoes and slipped into the ho slippers.
’I can definitely live here in the most comfortable way.’ With a satisfied smile, she looked around the drawing room. ’Let’s look for a bedroom. Nat doesn’t live here anymore, so I can just take the master bedroom. Damn, it’s so good to have rich friends and save my own money on living expenses. I’ll treat Natalie to a nice dinner later... well... only if her husband leaves her for . That man looked like he was going to eat Natalie right away.’
She walked towards one of the rooms and opened the door. ’This is definitely where my girl had been living.’ She entered the room, closed the door behind her, and set her bags down on the side. ’Ti for a nice shower, and then I’ll arrange all my stuff in the wardrobe.’
She pulled out clothes from her bags and placed them neatly on the bed.
After a refreshing shower, she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel. ’Living at ho all by yourself—you don’t have to worry about anything. I could even wander around naked. Such freedom.’
Just as she reached for her clothes, she paused. ’I’m thirsty.’
She stepped out of the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen, which she had noticed earlier on her way to the room. ’I might as well reward myself with a nice coffee.’
In a cheerful mood, just as she reached the kitchen entrance...
"Ahhh!"
A scream escaped her lips as her eyes landed on a silver-haired man, wrapped in just a towel around his waist, standing by the kitchen counter at the far end, seemingly preparing coffee for himself.
He looked at her, montarily shocked by her scream, but then turned his attention back to preparing his coffee, as if her presence didn’t matter to him.
Cathy stepped forward, grabbed a pan from the kitchen counter as a makeshift weapon, and demanded, "W-Who are you? What are you doing in my ho? Did you break into the house while the owner was away?"
Without looking at her, he replied calmly, "I want to ask you the sa question."
"Answer , or I’ll call the police!" she shouted angrily.
Holding his coffee mug, he finally turned his gaze toward her, his expression calm and composed. "Seven."
"What?" Cathy asked, frowning.
"Seven—with a towel still on. If it slips down, I might consider increasing the rating," he replied, taking a sip of his coffee and humming softly in approval at the taste.
Cathy glanced down and realized her towel was on the verge of slipping. With her free hand, she imdiately clutched the towel tightly while keeping the pan pointed at him with the other hand. "I’m warning you—leave right now, or I’ll call the police!"
"Go ahead," he said, his gaze shalessly running over her from head to toe as a smirk tugged at his lips. "But first, take care of that towel. Although... I don’t mind enjoying my coffee with the sight of a naked woman."
He took a step forward.
"Don’t co any closer!" Cathy shrieked, stumbling backward before turning and bolting out of the kitchen. She rushed into the bedroom, slamd the door shut, and locked it behind her.
Leaning against the door, she gasped for air, her heart pounding in her chest.
"M-My mobile... where’s my mobile?" she muttered frantically, searching the bed until she finally spotted her phone. "Police... No, first Natalie..."
She dialed Natalie’s number with trembling fingers. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before, finally, the call was answered.
"Nat, there’s a thief in your ho! We have to call the police, quick...."
"Calm down," Natalie’s breathless voice ca through the phone.
"What happened to you?" Cathy asked. "Were you running a marathon?"
"N-Nothing," Natalie replied hesitantly. "And that must be my friend Vincent."
"Your friend? Where did you get such a weird friend? You never told about him!" Cathy said, frowning. "And wait—if he’s already here, why didn’t you tell beforehand?"
"He’s like a storm. He cos and leaves at his will. I didn’t know he was still there."
"So, he’s just staying here on his own, just like that? You didn’t tell him to live here...."
"Sounds familiar to , like when you asked to stay in my ho."
"That’s not similar at all! I’m here with your permission," Cathy retorted. "He has to leave."
Just then, another voice ca through the phone—a cold, impatient male voice. "Do whatever you want. Don’t bother Natalie with useless things."
And the call ended abruptly.
"Huh?" Cathy stared at her phone in disbelief. "That damn man. Mia was right. He truly is a bitter gourd."
She sighed, placed the phone aside, and quickly put on her clothes. ’He’s Natalie’s friend, not so thief. No need to be scared of him.’
Taking a deep breath, she walked to the door, slowly turned the knob, and peeked out to check where he was.
Not seeing him outside, Cathy stepped out of the room and found him sitting on the sofa in the drawing room. He was still in just a towel, showing off his tall, perfectly sculpted body. One hand was stretched casually along the back of the sofa, while the other held a cup of coffee.
"Hey, you," Cathy said as she walked forward. "I just talked to Natalie..."
In response, he raised his free hand as if to shush her and picked up his cellphone.
"You..." she started but stopped as she noticed his expression turn serious while he answered the call.
"What’s the matter?" his deep, authoritative voice carried across the room.
He listened for a mont, humd in acknowledgnt, and then hung up. He emptied the remaining coffee in his mug, placed it on the table, and stood up.
"We need to talk," Cathy said firmly.
He glanced at her briefly, offering no reaction, and walked towards the guest room he was staying in, his hand ruffling his damp hair casually.
Cathy felt a surge of anger at his indifference and followed him. "Did you not hear ?"
Without acknowledging her, he opened the door to his room and stepped inside. Before he could close it, Cathy grabbed the door and stood in the doorway.
"Are you deaf?" she snapped.
The next mont, Vincent pulled off his towel and casually tossed it onto the bed, his broad, naked back form now fully visible to her.
"What the hell?!" Cathy gasped, her eyes wide as she spun around and bolted out of the room, the door closing firmly behind her.
"Does this man have no sha?" she muttered angrily under her breath as she stord back to the drawing room. Seething, she plopped onto the sofa with crossed arms.
"I can’t have such a brazen man around," she huffed, glaring at the direction of his room.
After a while, Vincent ca out of the room, dressed in a perfectly fitted black shirt and pants. The top button of his shirt was undone, and his sleeves were folded neatly to his elbows. His hair was set perfectly, giving him a refined yet effortlessly handso appearance.
For a mont, Cathy forgot why she had been waiting for him and simply stared. Vincent glanced at her briefly before turning to the shoe stand.
When their gazes finally t, Cathy snapped back to her senses and said, "We need to talk."
Vincent quietly continued putting on his black boots.
"I talked to Natalie, and we decided you can’t stay here," Cathy said, her voice firm as she tried to force a conversation. "We can’t live together."
Vincent finished lacing his boots and finally looked up at her. "You’re free to leave if you want. No one’s stopping you." He turned to leave.
"Hey, you can’t just leave—"
"Vincent. That’s my na," he said, glancing back at her. "I don’t care whether I live here alone or with a nuisance by my side. Just don’t dare enter my room, and we’ll be fine."
Cathy was montarily taken aback by the sharp look in his eyes. "Who wants to enter your room? I don’t even want to stay in the sa house as a thug like you."
"Make sure to wash that coffee mug if you want to continue living here," he said flatly before opening the door and stepping out.
Slam!
The door shut behind him with finality.
"Did he... Did he just ask to wash his coffee mug? Not gonna happen," Cathy fud, her face flushed with frustration. "I need to find a way to get him out of this house. I want to live alone, in peace and freedom—not with so strange silver-haired rouge."
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